Cheaters Never Prosper

I've been putting on weight instead of losing it. At first it was in dribs and drabs. Then I went to Vancouver on vacation and ate like a hog. I knew I had gained a lot, but when I went to the weight-in immediately after returning, I cheated. How do you cheat a weigh in? Wear lighter/less clothing. Go in the morning instead of the evening. Don't eat until after the meeting. Empty your pockets. Lean back on the scale. According to that weigh in I lost 0.2 pounds. I counted myself fortunate and congratulated myself on my cheating. Then came this week, where I didn't cheat. I had gained 3.4 pounds. Fuck.

Cheating at Weight Watchers is like cheating at solitaire - the only one you're hurting is yourself.

So now I've lost a grand total of 60 pounds. Impressive, but a month ago I was at 65, so I've gained 5 pounds in as many weeks. At this rate, I'd be back to my original weight in about a year.

This really pisses me off. Not because I think gaining all that weight back is inevitable (It's simply not an option), but because I've become complacent - I've returned to some of my old eating habits. I've also been acting like I'd already reached my goal, that the last 10 15 pounds was just going to go away by itself. Well it's not, and the only way it is going to go away is if I reapply myself to the goal. I want to accomplish this goal. When I am successful, I will count it as the single greatest accomplishment of my life. Bigger then getting my degree. More important then my house or my job. The only hypothetical greater accomplishment would be marriage and I frankly don't think that's possible if I don't do this first.

So here is my long range goal: stop gaining and lose that last 15 pounds dammit. And here's a short term goal: Get back to 65 pounds off before I go to Vancouver (only three weeks/meeting, so i'd better get cracking) at the end of the month.

No more rich restaurant foods (I'll still go, but I'm getting salads). No more Maple Fudge Walnuts from the farmer's market. No more saying "I don't need to run today, I'll do it tomorrow". No more sweets and deserts. Journalling (writing down my food intake for you non-WW people) is my new religion. It doesn't go in my mouth until I've written it down.

I'm taking a 1/2 cup and 1 cup serving spoon to Quad War so I can engage in some portion control.

Ten Ideal Jobs Meme

Kiped from wackynephews and gravy_grrl.
List 10 jobs, real or imagined, that you would love to do, or have contemplated doing at some point in your life. Tag 3 when you're done. (but since W and G didn't tag anyone I won't either. Do it if you feel like it)

1. Superhero. With super powers and everything.
   
2. Wizard. With magic powers and everything.
   
3. Feature Film Director.
   
4. Independently wealthy owner of a store full of weird shit.
   
5. Screenwriter.
   
6. Writer for a TV show I created.
   
7. Writer for a travel magazine.
   
8. Columnist for a left-wing newspaper in Calgary.
   
9. Detective.
   
10. Sex Toy designer.

Naturally, the assumption is that I'd be successful at my ideal job.